"Me, causing trouble?"
Watching Zhang Yu get pulled along by Bai Zhenzhen and step into the Immortal Grotto-Heaven one step at a time, Bu Yingshu was both shocked and furious.
Now that she heard what Bu Yuangui had said, Bu Yingshu grew even angrier. "Since when could Heavenly Sword people ride on our necks on Ten Thousand Methods' land? How had I, a dignified member of the Wanfa Immortal Clan, become a second-class person before Bai Zhenzhen?"
Though she was incomparably furious, Bu Yingshu sensed Bu Yuangui's resolute attitude and did not speak to him again.
Because Bu Yingshu understood that for Bu Yuangui to be so firm, there had to be an even higher-level directive behind it.
Moreover, she had already sensed the circulation of power within the Dharma Realm. Clearly, if she made any more trouble, she would be seized immediately. That would only make her look even more miserable.
At that moment, only one thought remained in Bu Yingshu's heart. "Dad is old. It should be my turn to be the dad."
"Those old fogeys above are all old too. They're finished. They don't have a shred of sharpness left, letting sword livestock run wild in our Ten Thousand Methods."
"If I became an immortal, it definitely wouldn't be like this."
At that moment, Bu Yingshu's ambition and yearning to ascend and become immortal grew madly, reaching another peak.
But the next instant, her vision flashed, and a message from Zhang Yu appeared before her.
Zhang Yu: "Xuan Lord Bu? What happened just now? Are you alright?"
Seeing Zhang Yu's message, Bu Yingshu suddenly clenched her fist.
In Bu Yingshu's eyes, Zhang Yu was the little brother she had supported and nurtured all along. He had always seen her in all her glory, seen the depth of